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The Beast

Flames erupted from the dragon’s mouth, blisteringly intense, like the very flames of hell itself.

The dragon’s face contorted in a hideously fiendish manner, it was obvious that it’s cravings for the flesh of humans had not been satisfied.

Claws gleamed, scales glistened, the monster thrashed wildly as though possessed by Satan himself.

The humble knight hugged his shield closer, sweating, fatigued with sheer terror.

“And to think”, the knight mumbled to himself, “I married this woman.”

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